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Our Bed


I sit up at night 

On our bed, hugging my knees 

Looking through my tears 

 

Praying you can sleep 

I toss and turn all night long 

Hearing my heart crack 

 

Wake up on your side 

Still looking for your body 

My bed is bigger

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